Secret Sin (The Byrne Brothers #1.5)

by Jill Ramsower

“Taste yourself on my tongue, kitten. Now...

He raised my knees back and nudged himself an...

“Easy, baby. Try to relax. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”

I nodded and took a calming breath.

“Thatta ...

“Fuck, this tight little pussy was made for me.”

“God, Bishop. I feel so full.”

He had captured all my senses—rendered me helpless but to absorb his taste, touch, and even smell. He was everywhere and everything, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?”

“To have my cock buried balls deep inside you?”

“...

“Fuck, I want to see my cum drip from your wet pussy.”

“Bishop!”

“My girl likes it dirty, doesn’t she?”

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my c...

Bishop’s release erupted with a growl that reverberated from deep in his chest. He clenched me close for three slow but deliberate final thrusts, his body bowed around mine. I basked in the afterglow.

I’d rolled onto my back after the best sex of my life, my sated kitten draped over me, and passed out.

Talk about firsts. I didn’t think I’d ever been walked out on. It was usually the other way around—me

She’d saved me the trouble of sending her on her way. Except what we’d done hadn’t been an ordinary screw. Hell, the words Pippa and ordinary didn’t even belong in the same sentence.

Instead of relief, I felt this strange clawing sensation under my skin. Irritation. I didn’t like that she was gone. What the hell was wrong with me?

She’d given every indication that she was anything but innocent, yet I felt her body give way the second I pushed inside her. A body that was temptation incarnate—feminine curves and skin soft as a ripe peach. She was fucking incredible, and I was her first. What was it about that fact that made me feel so damn barbaric? Like I needed to bang my chest and drag her back to my cave where no other man could even look at her.

Her addictive nature was the whole reason I ended up agreeing to take her back to my place when I knew it was a bad fucking idea.

I got dressed for work, then forced myself to call Conner back. My boss and longtime best friend wasn’t going to like hearing I’d fucked his new wife’s cousin.

Your woman? Have you lost your goddamn mind?

I didn’t care in the slightest, too caught up in the way she’d assumed her role as my girlfriend without making a scene. I was certain I’d get an earful later, but for now, she was mine.

I’d kill any bastard who hurt her, but she needed to understand the dangers. That type of crime could never be erased.

“It’s not your place to worry about me, Bishop,”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I slowly brought my hand to her sex, gently cupping her warmth. “This is mine now, and I protect what’s mine.”

I was staking my claim to Pippa Revello, and if she thought she was shocked, she should have heard the voices screaming in my head. I was starting to think I’d gone fucking insane.

His? I couldn’t believe this was happening. I figured Bishop would be delighted to know I wasn’t going to cling to him with expectations. He’d probably had sex with a hundred different women in his life. Why the hell had he decided he wanted more from me?

The lighthearted side of Bishop was disarming. The edgier, intense side of him was downright fascinating.

This is mine now, and I protect what’s mine. I had no idea how to react.

We’d both lost our goddamn minds. That was the best explanation I could come up with.

Nothing about my life was average.

Bishop was Irish.

Jesus, his words did unholy things to my insides.

Has another man ever controlled your body like this from a distance?”

“No, this is another first for me.”

“Good. I want all your firsts, and there’s so many to be had. Fuck, kitten, just thinking about it has me on the edge.”

“Fuck, you’re nearly as hot over the phone as you are in person.”

God, I loved every word he said—like he had a direct line to my innermost desires.

“Bishop, we need to talk.”

“Not sure there’s much to discuss, kitten.”

Hell, I even loved that he called me kitten. It was a silly endearment that I probably would have scoffed at had I heard it in a movie, but damn if it ...

“No?” I asked with a touch of...

“What about the fact that I may not want...

“Pretty sure it’s a done deal, but if you want me to prove it to you, I will.”

“It’s not a done deal, Bishop. We hardly know one another.”

“I know you better than any other man has e...

“That’s not … You know wh...